Walls Close In
Thursday. Overcast, probably some spots of rain although I didn't run into them when I had a late breakfast this morning. Meeting Ms. M for lunch at Scott's in Jack London Square, Ms. M out from North Carolina for a series of job interviews now that the Indian motorcycle gig seems to have fallen through. Good to see her back, hope one of these interviews hits pretty quick so we can get her back out here where she belongs.
Why this sensitivity to the rain this year? The chest cold, the trip to the rain drenched Pacific Northwest, the state of the nation, the state of the head with this aching sinus thing? All of the above? Perhaps a visit to Beverages and More just down the street after lunch at Scott's for more of those swell rain defeating bottles of sake to end this week on an up beat. Do you think? I've been very good about keeping it to a small flask in the evenings with many more evenings where ice water has taken its place, not through conscious bend the will abstinence, but through a rejection of anything serious in the way of alcohol because drinking it makes me feel like shit. My goodness. Does one get a gold star for that? No? I thought not.
Later. An excellent lunch at Scott's with Ms. M. I haven't seen her in over a year now and, although this sojourn to North Carolina - North Carolina? The mind boggles - hasn't been all that much fun, she's looking good, clearly feeling good and has more than a few options for her next chapter ranging in gigs from California to Florida. Good.
I'm home now, of course, having run by Beverages and More for sake (their selection for some reason is much depleted) where I picked up some small bottles of brands I'm not familiar with. We'll see if I keep to having just one without an urge to pop another once the alcohol kicks in. Smooth out the evening without dropping over a cliff. In other words. It's raining, of course, the sky medium grey to dark grey, large drops of water lining the power lines outside my window, but the heat is on high, the mood reasonably good and a small block of outrageously expensive cheese is sitting in the refrigerator ready for crackers later around dinner time. I believe all of the nutritionists in the universe suggest you skip cheese and save the heart, but we are in comfort food mode. At least it's real cheese and not this spreadable manufactured stuff I'm partial to when the walls close in.
A note added later. Just a thought. I changed the photograph I've had posted on Here In Oakland. I kinda like it.